Sorrow

The author with her babies, a long time ago.

Sorrow is a

nest of hair,

golden hues dulled,

grays, adamant and

unruly.

When you were little and

nursing,

you would twine your

small fingers

in the strands,

twirling,

--

--

--

Just another writer trying to stay afloat in a sea of words. Author of several novels. Wannabe mermaid. Mother. Trying to age gracefully with no grace in sight.

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Just another writer trying to stay afloat in a sea of words. Author of several novels. Wannabe mermaid. Mother. Trying to age gracefully with no grace in sight.

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